Don’t Worry, I Love Me

If I'm a piece of shit in your eyes, Then I must be the piece gathered on the tissue you use to wipe. Most men and women end their nights with a vice. Yet, I'm still looked down upon because I'm blunt and choose to get high? Being with anyone has come at a price,... Continue Reading →

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